Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.